liked him, though he always felt sorry for him, too. It couldn’t be no fun having all that metal in your bones, and somebody he cared about was always dying or getting killed.
After another hour or so Paulson pulled the van over. “Sorry, dude,” he told Carter. “We’ve got to lock you up again.”
“’Sall right,” Carter said, and nodded. “I appreciate the time.”
Davis climbed out of the passenger seat and came around back. The door opened to a blast of cold air. Davis redid the shackles and pocketed the key.
“Comfortable?”
Carter nodded. “How much longer we got to go?”
“Not much,” he said.
They drove on. Carter could tell they were climbing now. He couldn’t see the sky but guessed it would be light soon. As they slowed to cross a long bridge, wind buffeted the van.
They had reached the other side when Paulson met his eyes through the rearview. “You know, you don’t seem like the others,” he said. “What you do, anyway? You don’t mind my asking.”
“Who the others?”
“You know. Other guys like you. Cons.” He swiveled his head to Davis. “Remember that guy, Babcock?” He shook his head and laughed. “Christ on a stick, what a whack job.” He looked at Carter again. “He wasn’t like you, that guy. I can tell you’re different.”
“I ain’t crazy,” Carter said. “Judge said I wasn’t.”
“But you did somebody, right? Else you wouldn’t be here now.”
Carter wondered if talking like this was something he had to do, if it was part of the deal. “They said I killed a lady. But I didn’t mean to.”
“Who was she? Wife, girlfriend, something like that?” Paulson was still grinning at him in the rearview, his eyes flashing with interest.
“No.” Carter swallowed. “I cut the lady’s lawn.”
Paulson laughed and glanced at Davis again. “Listen to this. He cut the lady’s lawn.” He looked at Carter through the mirror again. “Little guy like you, how’d you do it?”
Carter didn’t know what to say. He had a bad feeling now, like maybe they’d been nice to him just to mess with his head.
“Come on, Anthony. We got you a McMuffin, right? Took you to the bathroom? You can tell us.”
“For fucksakes,” Davis said to Paulson. “Just shut up. We’re almost there, what’s the point?”
“The point is,” Paulson said, and drew in a breath, “I want to know what this guy did. They all did something. Come on, Anthony, what’s your story? You rape her before you did her? Was that it?”
Carter felt his face go hot with shame. “I wouldn’t never do that,” he managed.
Davis turned to Carter. “Don’t listen to this douche bag. You don’t have to say anything.”
“Come on, the dude’s retarded. Can’t you see that?” Paulson eyed Carter eagerly through the mirror again. “I bet that’s what happened, isn’t it? I bet you fucked the nice white lady whose lawn you were cutting, didn’t you, Anthony?”
Carter felt the air stick in his throat. “I ain’t … sayin’ … no more.”
“You know what they’re going to do with you?” Paulson asked. “You thought maybe this was all a free ride?”
“Goddamnit. Zip your mouth,” Davis said. “Richards will have both our asses for this.”
“Yeah, fuck him too,” Paulson said.
“Man … said I got a job,” Anthony managed. “Said it was important. Said … I special.”
“Special.” Paulson snickered over the word. “You’re special, all right.”
They drove on in silence. Carter looked at the floor of the van, feeling dizzy and sick to his stomach. He wished now he’d never eaten the McMuffin. He’d begun to cry. Didn’t know when he’d done that last. Nobody had ever said anything about raping the woman, not that he recalled. They’d asked about the girl but he’d always said no, which was the God’s truth, he swore it. The little thing weren’t no more than five year old. He’d just been trying to show her a toad he found in the grass. He thought she’d like to see something like that, something tiny, like she was. That’s all he’d meant to do, nice. Ain’t nobody ever done things like that for him when he was a boy. C’mere honey, I got something to show you. Just a little bit of a thing, like you.
At least he’d known what Terrell was, what was going to happen to him there. Nobody’d said nothing about raping the lady, Mrs. Wood. That day in the yard, she’d gone just flat-out crazy on him, screaming and hitting, telling the little girl to run, and it wasn’t his fault she’d